Zyon: The Alpha Of The North

Chapter Forty-Two

One Year Later:

I slam the papers down onto the desk and run my hands through my hair in exasperation. It was too much. The last week had drained me of all my energy. It was nearly midnight. I figured I had been over enough reports today and could continue the rest later.

I had worked tirelessly over the last year. Day after day, week after week, month after month, but no matter how much time I put in, it just never seemed enough. I don't know how Zyon even managed to take care of all of this.

I turned the lights off in Zyon's private office and opened the door to the main area. As always, Zyon's higher regiment officers and their respective teams were working overtime. If I'm honest, they looked more drained than me. But this is how we had all looked since that day- scrambling to get things in order again, regain our footing, our status. It had been exhausting, but our hard work had payed off.

Now the only thing left to do was make sure we never made the mistakes that Zyon had made again.

My bond with the pack had only gotten stronger. My wolf and I had unified completely. It's like our history didn't matter anymore. I was the strongest wolf in the pack. I had gained the respect and love of pack members through sheer hard work, dedication and commitment.

As I walk out, I see most of our workers are exhausted.

"That's it, everybody. Take a break. Get out now and get some sleep. We'll pick this up tomorrow." I command.

I see relief break out onto most faces, but the higher regiment wolves seem persistent to continue working. They bow their heads and follow my command despite that.

I walk out, get in my car and begin to make my way to the building I've been going to every night for the past year. It's the part of my day that my wolf looks most forward to.

I pop open the hospital doors, and take the elevator up to the top most floor. The entire wing is reserved with the best doctors and nurses attending to the patient on the top.

I pass the guards, nurses and the doctor who is waiting up to give me a report.

"I'm sorry. I'm a little late today." I say.

"Not at all, Luna. I can understand. You are dealing with a lot." Doctor Ross says.

"Thankyou." I state and wait for him to continue.

"His pattern remains unchanged. Unfortunely, I have no updates to give. We must just wait and watch and hope for the best."

I sigh but nod my head, silently dismissing the staff as well. I swing open the doors to the room.

The heart monitor in the room beeps steadily. I grab the chair in the corner of the room, and drag it towards the bed. I place my bag and scarf on it. I take off my shoes and make myself comfortable on the corner of the bed.

I look at him for a couple minutes, his chest rising steadily. As is my routine or has been for the past year, I start to tell him about the intricacies of my day. The reports I had to go over, things I had to review, decisions I had to make.

I place my hands on top of his. In this entire year, I have not once lamented how tired I am. I've only wanted him to heal, for his body to heal, for him to get better.

"You've got to wake up now. It's been 365 days." I say.

No response. He doesn't wake up.

I tell him how much I hate it. How much pressure it is. How tired and exhausted I am. I usually don't cry, but I let a few tears run down my cheeks. I can't talk to anyone else in the pack about this. I'm supposed to be their leader. I can't possibly tell them how much of a burden I think it is to run this pack. I need to be strong for them.